The Great Dream God

In Qingyun City, the sun poured down like a golden veil. The dazzling light was like countless fine golden threads, interweaving into a gorgeous light curtain, as if to fill every corner and shroud the entire city in a bright and warm atmosphere. Wherever the sun went, everything seemed to be endowed with vitality and vigor. The bricks and stones of the city walls shone with golden brilliance, the stone pavement on the streets also reflected the dazzling light, and even the dust in the air danced in the light.

However, in a certain area of ​​the city, there is an atmosphere of tension and fear that is completely opposite to the bright sunshine. The air here seems to be condensed, heavy and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe. The crowds coming and going are fleeing this dangerous place in a panic like a tide. Their steps are hurried and their faces are terrified, as if there is an invisible beast chasing them behind them. Among the crowd, there are elderly people. They stagger, and their bent backs carry the vicissitudes of the years, but they still try their best to stay away from this dangerous place. Their eyes are full of fear and helplessness. Every step seems so difficult, but they still grit their teeth and persist, refusing to give up their desire to survive.

There were young couples, holding each other's hands tightly, their eyes full of fear of the unknown. Their steps were hurried and flustered, and sweat oozed from each other's palms, but they held tightly, as if that was their only support in this chaotic world. Tears flashed in the wife's eyes, and the husband gritted his teeth, trying hard to protect his wife, their hearts were filled with confusion and worry about the future.

There were also young children, who were held tightly in their parents' arms, with tears on their tender faces. Their cries and the screams of the adults rose and fell, interweaving together to form a tragic symphony. The children did not understand why such a thing happened. They only felt extremely scared and uneasy, and their innocent eyes were full of doubts about the world. The parents used their bodies to shield their children from danger. Their hearts were filled with pain and helplessness, and they only hoped to take their children away from this terrible place as soon as possible.

In this chaotic area, everyone's eyes were focused on the two men who were fighting fiercely. Jing Yihong stood tall and straight like a pine tree, and his slender figure was particularly dazzling in the sun. The sword in his hand flashed a cold light under the sun, and that light seemed to be able to freeze people's souls. He stood firmly in front of Meng Jin, who had been knocked to the ground, with cold and firm eyes, like an insurmountable mountain. His posture was straight, exuding an invisible pressure that made people dare not approach easily.

Meng Jin raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of fear and despair. Sweat dripped down his forehead, wetting the ground beneath him and leaving a puddle of water on the ground. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dust and blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He stared at Jing Yihong, his heart full of regret and shock. In his eyes, Jing Yihong had transformed from an insignificant soul into a powerful man who was so powerful that he was intimidated. He never thought that he would encounter such a powerful opponent just after arriving in this plane.

Meng Jin's voice trembled, and he said with endless fear: "I didn't expect that I would offend the strong man in this plane as soon as I came to this plane. I was really blind and kicked the iron plate!" His voice trembled with a trace of despair, as if he had seen his tragic end. His body trembled slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Jing Yihong stared at Meng Jin indifferently, frowning, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He looked at the disheveled man in front of him, his heart full of questions. Why did this stranger suddenly appear here, and why did he conflict with him? He said coldly: "Huh? You are an alien." Before he finished speaking, Meng Jin's body suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light. The light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. The whole person was like a meteor, rushing towards the distance. The light illuminated the entire sky, as if to completely illuminate this dark area.

In the light, Meng Jin flew while shouting: "Brother, I was a little presumptuous just now. Today we are not acquainted without fighting. See you tomorrow!" His voice echoed in the air, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of expectation. The voice was full of fear of the unknown and a hint of hope for the future, as if he was expecting a different ending for the next encounter.

Jing Yihong's eyes shone, and he jumped without hesitation. His figure flew towards Mengjin like an arrow, and he shouted loudly: "You want to run away after the fight? It's not that easy!" His voice was full of determination and anger, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. His eyes flashed with a determined light, which was a kind of persistence in justice and ruthlessness towards the enemy.

Jing Yihong was as fast as lightning, and his figure left a trail of afterimages in the air. In a flash, he caught up with Meng Jin like a ghost. The sword in his hand flashed a cold light again, as if announcing his determination to Meng Jin. The cold light was particularly dazzling in the sun, making people shudder.

Meng Jin felt Jing Yihong approaching from behind, and became even more panicked. He sped up desperately, trying to get rid of Jing Yihong's pursuit, but he found that his efforts were in vain. Jing Yihong's speed was too fast, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not distance himself from Jing Yihong. His heart was filled with despair, and he knew that he might not be able to escape this time.

However, Meng Jin did not give up, he was still struggling hard. He used all his strength to try to increase his speed again. His body kept flashing golden light in the air, and that light seemed to be his last struggle. However, Jing Yihong did not give him any chance at all. He chased Meng Jin closely, with the sword in his hand ready to give Meng Jin a fatal blow at any time.

In this tense chase, the air seemed to freeze. Jing Yihong and Meng Jin's figures streaked across the sky, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light. Their speed was so fast that it was dazzling, as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

As time went by, Meng Jin's physical strength gradually depleted, and his speed began to slow down. However, Jing Yihong still maintained a strong momentum, constantly closing the distance with Meng Jin. Finally, Jing Yihong caught up with Meng Jin, raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed Meng Jin fiercely.